Sunday morning Chris came downstairs to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. He found his mother sitting at the table dressed in a tight pink jogging suit that she had bought the day before. She was reading the paper.
Chris walked in quietly and got a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. His mother didn't look at him, hiding her face behind the paper. At that moment he wanted to be anywhere but there. However, he knew that he had to face her sometime.
"Going jogging?" he asked and saw his mother lower the paper. She had almost a relieved look on her face. It was obvious that she was as uncomfortable he was.
"Yes, I thought I would. It's sunny and fairly mild outside."
"It's been a pretty mild winter," he answered, making small talk.
"I hope it continues. What're you doing today?"
"Nothing much. I thought I'd go over to the field and practice with Jeff and Andy."
"Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?"
"No, Melissa and I are going to get a pizza and then come back here and watch a movie."
Allison's expression changed almost immediately and she said "Oh... that's nice." However, her voice betrayed her obvious disappointment.
"Well, I guess I'd better get warmed up if I'm going to get my run in this morning." With that Allison stood up and walked over to the glass sliding door leading to the deck. Instead of going outside to do her warm up exercises, she stood at the window and began to stretch. The sun reflecting through the window outlined her trim shape, detailing every curve.
Chris pretended that he was reading the paper as he ate his cereal. However, he found it difficult to keep his eyes on the print. As he secretly watched, his mother stood with her back to him and bent over to touch her toes. The tight pink jogging sweats stretched over her ass, eventually pulling between her cheeks. It was apparent that she didn't have panties on as each globe shook freely under the stretched cotton. She remained in that position with her fingers touching her toes for several seconds before standing up and then going down again. Chris was almost drooling by the time she had done twenty repetitions. Then she turned sideways and stepped forward with one leg, while stretching the other out behind her. It was a classic exercise to stretch the hamstring muscles. However, Chris wasn't thinking about hamstring muscles. As he watched, forgetting that he was staring, she went through several exercises, turning this way and that, acting oblivious to her staring son. Finally she opened the door and turned to him
"Bye," she said with a knowing smile.
Chris let out the breath he had been holding.
It was after seven that evening when Chris came home from the pizza parlor with Melissa.
"Hi Mom," he said.
"Hi Mrs. Hudson," Melissa said.
"Hello Melissa. It's nice to see you," Allison said. The greeting was without warmth in her voice as she almost glared at the pretty teenager with her son. She was wearing an impossibly short skirt and a tight blue sweater. Her nipples were already hard and poking through, showing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Allison wondered if she was wearing panties... probably not.
"You're father's upstairs in his study."
Chris smiled. "We're going into the f****y room to watch a movie," Chris said, holding up a video. Then he turned and smiled at his date. "See you later Mom," he added and ushered his date quickly down the hall and into the f****y room. However, he didn't miss the look his mother gave Melissa.
The lights were out in the f****y room, the movie had long ago ended and the TV was off.
"Mmmm," Melissa murmured as Chris's hand snaked under her sweater. Their lips were pressed together with their tongues dueling.
Chris pulled away. "I love your tits," he whispered as his hand covered one large orb. He found her nipples and began to play with them.
"Oh God that's making my pussy leak," Melissa hissed. "Suck them."
Chris didn't have to be told twice. He pushed the sweater up and freed both large breasts. His head dropped and he took one hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on that one for a long time before moving to the other.
"God you're so good with your mouth."
That was the signal that Chris was waiting for. He knew what she wanted. His lips went back to hers and he kissed her hard. She was breathless and squirming on the sofa when the kiss ended. "Suck me," she gasped. "Suck my pussy."
"I'd love to. Will... will you... will you do me then?" he asked hesitantly. They had had this conversation many times before.
"You know that I don't do that," she said.
"But I always do you. Come on Melissa, I won't cum in your mouth."
Melissa fell silent for a moment. "You know what Billy Anderson did to me."
Chris knew. He had heard it a hundred times. Billy had f***ed Melissa to suck him and shot his cum down her throat. But that was over a year ago. "I know, but I'm not Billy."
Again Melissa was quiet. "If you promise not to cum in my mouth."
Chris almost leaped off the sofa. "I promise," he agreed quickly.
"All right, but you have to eat me good," she said and smiled.
In a flash Chris slid to his knees in front of Melissa. He looked up at her with a big smile on his face and pushed her tiny skirt up her thighs. She spread her legs and lifted up, letting him push her skirt to her waist. Chris looked between her legs and gasped. She wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was already dripping. It was dark in the room, as it always was when he ate her... Melissa preferred it that way... but he could still see the soft down of her pubic hair and the glint of juice.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Chris began to imagine that it wasn't Melissa's vagina he was glaring at... it was his mother's. His already hard penis pulsed in his pants as his shaking hands slid up her thighs, pushing them wider. He used his thumbs to open her swollen lips, revealing the pink inner flesh. As his mouth moved forward, he could see the shaven lips of his mother's sex. His mouth watered.
"Oh yes," Melissa gasped as Chris's mouth found her lips. "Suck me, suck me, suck me," she gasped.
Chris didn't hear her. All he could think of was the fat and sexy lips that he knew were between his mother's legs.
Melissa's hips lifted from the sofa and her legs flew up to wrap around his shoulders.
Chris was imprisoned in her warm flesh. Her thighs covered his ears as her sex lips spread across his cheeks. He sucked the inner lips first before he plunged his tongue deep into her juicy hole. His head began to spin from taste as he lost himself between her legs. He loved to eat pussy... it was that simple. However this time, with the thoughts of his mother in his head, it was better than ever.
"Oh God," Melissa gasped as Chris found her clit. It only took her a minute to climax. She squeezed her legs tight and grabbed his hair, pulling his face to her convulsing sex.
Chris barely noticed. Even as her climax waned, he continued to suck her.
Three or four climaxes later, Melissa pushed Chris's head from between her legs. "Whew," she gasped as her legs fell from his shoulders.
With a dazed look on his face, Chris sat back, running the back of his hand across his dripping mouth. For a moment he was disoriented. He looked up and saw Melissa looking strangely at him.
"God, what got into you?" she asked. "You're always good, but that was incredible."
Obviously Chris wasn't going to tell her that he had been thinking of his mother. He said, "It's because you're going to suck me." It was a good answer.
"Oh," Melissa said, remembering her promise.
Chris moved up to the sofa and unzipped his pants, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
With a sigh of resignation, Melissa reached over and grasped his rampant penis.
Suddenly the room light flashed on. "Oh, I'm sorry," Allison said. "I didn't know that you were still here Melissa."
"Mom!!!" Chris screamed.
Melissa's eyes grew wide and she froze. Her sweater was still above her breasts, her legs were spread and her skirt was around her waist. With her sex still swollen and wet, and saliva on her thighs, it was obvious what they had been doing.
"Mrs. Hudson!" Melissa screamed. The young girl jumped up, pushing her skirt down and trying to cover her breasts. She ran out of the room toward the safety of the bathroom.
Chris struggled to get his pants up his thighs. "Mom, what are you doing?" he screamed angrily.
"I'm so sorry sweetie. I thought you had gone up to bed," she lied.
"Jesus Christ." The words spit from his lips. He buckled his belt and hurried past his mother. By the time he got to the bathroom, Melissa had fixed her clothing and was heading for the door. "Melissa," he said reaching for her.
"Don't!" she hissed, shrugging her shoulders away from him. She turned and hurried out of the house.
"I'll take you home," Chris yelled after her.
"Don't bother. I'll call my s****r."
The door slammed in Chris's face.
Chris turned and stomped up the stairs to his room. He couldn't believe what his mother had done. He was as angry as he had ever been.
Chris was still seething as he lay on the bed. He heard a tapping on his door and knew that it was his mother. He didn't answer, but he had left the door unlocked.
It opened slowly.
"Chris," Allison said as she peeked into the room.
Chris didn't acknowledge her as he continued to lie on the bed with a sheet across his waist. He didn't have a shirt on and his hands were behind his head with his eyes staring at the ceiling.
Allison came into the room. "Chris," she whispered again as she walked over to the bed. "I'm sorry."
Chris's eyes, flashing daggers, turned to her. He clenched his teeth and said, "Sure you are Mother. You're sorry you ruined everything. Are you trying to destroy my life? I'll be the laughing stock all over school now."
Allison suddenly felt bad. But not as bad as she should have. She sat gently on the bed next to Chris. She conjured up a tear in her eye. "I am sorry. I thought you and Melissa had left."
"That's a lie mother. You knew that we were still there. Why did you do it?" Suddenly Chris knew the answer; she was jealous. However, he didn't realize that her jealousy was aimed at Melissa. "You're jealous," he said. "I screwed up your love nest with Jason and you wanted to punish me."
"That's not true!" Allison responded truthfully, fighting her own anger at his mention of Jason. "I told you it was an accident."
"Right!" Chris paused before he said, "I'd finally talked her into... into... suc... oh fuck it!"
"Chris, don't talk to me like that!" Allison said, raising her voice.
Chris grew silent, looking up at the ceiling again and then he closed his eyes. Suddenly he opened them again when he felt his mother's hand on his thigh. He could feel electricity from of her hand through the thin sheet. In spite of his anger, his penis began to harden.
"I am sorry Chris. I shouldn't have done it," she said, calling on as much remorse as she could find. Her hand began to move idly on Chris's thigh, squeezing and caressing him gently. "I wish I could make it up to you."
Suddenly the room grew thick with tension.
Chris was afraid that his mother would be able to hear his heartbeat. His penis was now fully erect and pulsing, making a tent in the sheets. It hadn't taken much to make him stiff, as he was still excited from eating Melissa. In fact, he could still smell her and taste her on his lips.
Allison's fingers grasped the sheet and began to slowly pull it down.
Both of them watched as the sheet moved over his waist, revealing his white boxer briefs with the bulge in the center. There was already a large wet spot on the cotton from earlier activity
When the sheet was at his knees, Allison's hand went back to his thigh, this time touching the bare flesh. Her fingernails gently scratched him in a circular motion.
Chris felt the bl**d rushing to his head. He watched as his mother's soft hand continued to crawl up his thigh and then over the pulsing tent in his shorts. "Oh Jesus," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around his covered shaft.
Without a word, Allison began to slowly move her hand up and down, sliding the wet cotton material over the long shaft.
Chris's mouth was open and he was gasping for breath.
Allison scooted closer to her son until she was close enough to lean over him. Her eyes met his. "I want to make it up to you," she whispered as her lips moved closer still.
It almost appeared to Chris that his mother was going to kiss him. Then she did. Her lips touched his and his eyes closed. He couldn't believe it. His mother had her hand wrapped around his cock and was kissing him. Without a conscious thought, his mouth opened and her tongue entered. "Mmmm," Chris moaned and his arms came from behind his head and around his mother's back. Suddenly their lips were devouring each other's. A vague thought occurred to Chris... he still had Melissa's pussy juice on his lips... he wondered if she could taste it. The thought thrilled him and almost made him climax.
Allison pressed her braless breast to her son's chest. Her chest was heaving up and down with her own excitement.
Chris didn't know where he was anymore... he was floating somewhere warm and wonderful... someplace he never thought he would ever go. Suddenly he felt his mother's hand searching for the waist of his shorts. Her fingers tickled his stomach as they slipped underneath. "Mmmmpppphhhh!!!" he gasped into her mouth as her warm hand encircled the hot flesh of his penis.
"Mmmmm," it was Allison's turn to moan. Her hand squeezed his long shaft as her tongue plunged in and out of her son's mouth. She was lost in the sensation as well.
It didn't take long for Chris to feel his crisis nearing. His almost overflowing balls churned in their sacks, demanding release. He could feel it coming. He could feel his hot juice begin the journey up the shaft and wanted to warn his mother, but he couldn't bear to pull his mouth form her soft and searching lips. Instead he moaned louder.
When Allison felt him tense, she pulled her lips from his. "That's it. That's it, cum for me," she whispered as her hand moved faster.
"Ohhhhhh!!!" Chris gasped as his cum began to rocket from the head of his shaft. It blasted from the slit and across his mother's pumping hand. Pulse after pulse sent his thick cream into his shorts.
Finally when the last drop was squeezed from his deflating penis, Allison pulled her hand from under his shorts. It was covered in her son's sticky cream. She looked at him and stood up. "I'm sorry I messed up your evening with Melissa."
Chris's mouth was open again, like a fish out of water. He watched his mother leave.
Allison stepped out of the room and fell against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she had just done... or how exciting it had been. She tried to chastise herself but the excitement still running though her veins wouldn't allow it. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath.
A million things were running though her head. What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? Had she really jerked her own son off? When she lifted her hand and saw his thick cream on her fingers she knew that it was true. She could even smell it. With a quiet moan, almost a whine, she brought the fingers to her lips. She rubbed the warm juice across her suddenly dry lips before bringing her tongue out to taste it. With a louder moan she began to lick the juice from between her fingers. Suddenly, when she swallowed, tremors began to rush through her. Her legs began to shake and finally gave out. Her body slipped down the wall until she hit the floor on her butt. An incredible climax rushed through her.